Vogue‘s most intriguing editor-in-chief, Diana Vreeland, was the sort of person who said things like ‘never fear being vulgar; just boring’ and genuinely meant them. Exploding from the pages of vintage issues of Harper’s Bazaar onto the contemporary big screen in a cacophony of castanets and razor-sharp witticisms, one of fashion’s most inimitable superstars comes forward to take a bow in a sensitive, graceful and indeed, never boring documentary created by her granddaughter-in-law Lisa Immordino Vreeland.
What do the pink-footed goose, the snowy owl, Owen Wilson, the magpie, the greater spotted woodpecker, Jack Black, the skua, the great grey owl, Steve Martin and more than seven hundred other birds have in common? They’re all in The Big Year, a truly inexplicable film about more twitching than you’d get if you electrocuted a person who was already very twitchy. Somehow or other, it’s not that bad.
Simple, clever, funny and kind, self-styled “cancer comedy” 50/50 offers a lot more than its marketing might suggest. A brilliantly aware, honest look at a tale that one in three of us will live with; wonderful writing, careful casting and Seth Rogan at his thankfully un-irritating best make this an absolute masterclass.
We love films. Well, we love most of them. Some of them are only OK, and some of them we’d like to get our greasy paws on and re-cast and re-direct all together. Here are five of them, because ten would have gotten me over-excited and I’d never be able to settle for my nap otherwise.
Francesca Simon’s wildly successful Horrid Henry books have at last made it onto the screen, and the eponymous terror’s cinematic exploits are guaranteed to keep kids rapt from his first act of unnecessary biscuit theft to his final defiant bit of on-screen graffiti. If you happen to be carting a child about, be a sport and take him/her/it along – he/she/it’ll have a fantastic time.
We all know that movie cliché where the girl bumps into her ex at the supermarket and is totally embarrassed and falls over and makes a damn fool out of herself. But what about when you are offered a part in a film only to find out that acting right opposite is your old “racket buddy”?